Jeong Yeon-shin sat at the tea table alongside Namgung Hwa-shin. Across from him sat another figure, whom he observed silently.

The man appeared to be in his late twenties, a strikingly handsome young man with gentle, downturned eyes.

His slightly pursed lips seemed to exude an unyielding resolve.

He was the young master of the Namgung Clan.

‘They said he is the elder brother of White Qilin So-hyeop.’

Blue Qilin Namgung Se-jin.

He had once been considered the finest talent among the younger generation in Nanjili. That was a tale of the past, however.

Recently, the martial world had ceased …